// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
It was warm, even this far up in Stormbreak, and Thorn had wanted nothing more than what was essentially a fun little vacation away from King’s End and the House of Midnight – to either indulge or learn, pick up on a few things, or maybe stumble across a certain adorable curly dark haired man that frequented Mother Molly’s quite often. And while he hadn’t made it a secret, he hadn’t anticipated that Zavien would venture this way to see him – even if the courtesan knew the stories about the dragoon’s mother.
As it stands, though, the night has been relatively dull all things considered – and while it isn’t a bad thing, Thorn drifts from space to space, group to group, finding a place to easily slip into that might give him that fun little experience of something different that he’d craved when he got here. Only, as the courtesan makes his rounds, his attention is caught by a particular duo and a tall familiar figure who catches his eyes, and Thorn flashes back a wide, bright smile of greeting until someone passes in front of him and he sees the reason for the quiet distress the dragoon seems to be projecting.
Something protective curls in Thorn’s stomach and he immediately makes a point to head straight for the Dragoon and the courtesan practically draping off of him. And without much of a care in the world for how the woman takes it (Callie, as he’d soon learn, he’s sure), he pauses for a brief second upon his approach to call out a cocky and confident little “oy, this one’s mine!” And with an amused and catlike smirk, he slips between her and Zavien, effectively breaking them up and giving the Dragoon a moment of freedom before he’s flashing the taller man a wink and snagging his wrist to drag him over to the quieter part of the room before Callie can completely blow her cool.
As it stands, though, the night has been relatively dull all things considered – and while it isn’t a bad thing, Thorn drifts from space to space, group to group, finding a place to easily slip into that might give him that fun little experience of something different that he’d craved when he got here. Only, as the courtesan makes his rounds, his attention is caught by a particular duo and a tall familiar figure who catches his eyes, and Thorn flashes back a wide, bright smile of greeting until someone passes in front of him and he sees the reason for the quiet distress the dragoon seems to be projecting.
Something protective curls in Thorn’s stomach and he immediately makes a point to head straight for the Dragoon and the courtesan practically draping off of him. And without much of a care in the world for how the woman takes it (Callie, as he’d soon learn, he’s sure), he pauses for a brief second upon his approach to call out a cocky and confident little “oy, this one’s mine!” And with an amused and catlike smirk, he slips between her and Zavien, effectively breaking them up and giving the Dragoon a moment of freedom before he’s flashing the taller man a wink and snagging his wrist to drag him over to the quieter part of the room before Callie can completely blow her cool.
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
